Ye Huanyan fell to the ground and groaned in pain. She heard the door open behind her. She stiffened and struggled to get up from the ground.
Ling Han leaned over and reached out to her. She couldn't tell if he was good or bad from his expressionless face.
"Get up."
Ye Huanyan supported half of her body with one hand on the ground. At this time, seeing Ling Han reach out to her, she was slightly moved. She thought that he turned a blind eye to her by the swimming pool just now because he didn't want to expose their relationship in front of everyone.
She felt a little comforted.
"You lost face in front of so many people. Do you think you're the only one who lost face?"
This sentence made her raise her hand to stop abruptly and hang by her side.
"You're still as brainless as before."
Ling Han frowned and looked a little disgusted. Seeing that she didn't move, his frown deepened. He picked her up and threw her into the bathroom.
With a whoosh, the door of the bathroom was closed, separating the two of them.
"Even a few mediocre artists can ride on your head. You must be tired of being the chief secretary."
A series of sarcasm made Ye Huanyan's body gradually stiffen. She held the glass door of the shower and stood for a long time, looking at the tall figure swaying faintly behind the frosted door of the bathroom. Every word of sarcasm stabbed into her heart, making it bleed until it became numb.
After a long time, the figure at the door disappeared. She finally exhaled slowly, turned on the shower head, and poured cold water on her head. She shivered and her mind was inexplicably clearer.
This trip to Bali was expected to be difficult, but now it seemed that it wasn't that bad.
She took a quick shower with the cold water. When she turned off the shower, she suddenly realized that she didn't bring any clothes.
She looked up at the white towel on the towel rack, frowned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the bathroom door.
Ling Han should have left.
She walked out of the bathroom barefoot with a towel wrapped around her hair. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom door, she saw a figure lying lazily on the sofa with a hotel magazine on his lap. His whole body was leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed and breathing evenly.
She stopped and a trace of panic appeared on her face. She subconsciously covered the towel on her chest.
It seemed that … he was asleep.
She breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed toward the suitcase that was placed beside her bed.
She took out her pajamas from her suitcase. Hugging the pajamas, she turned around to take a look. After confirming that Ling Han was sleeping soundly, she hugged the pajamas and tiptoed back to the bathroom. When she closed the door, it inevitably made a sound. She closed her eyes abruptly and quickly locked the door.
Ling Han on the sofa slowly opened his eyes, leisurely picked up the magazine on his lap, and walked to the bed.........
In the bathroom,
Ye Huanyan looked at herself in the mirror. The pink silk nightgown accentuated her flawless shoulders. There was a string of white embroidered flowers on the chest, and her cleavage was partly visible. However, the half-sleeved silk nightgown was too wow, so the nightgown wasn't that revealing.
What made her embarrassed was that she had actually forgotten to take her underwear in such a hurry after running back and forth.
Through the nightgown, she touched her butt and felt inexplicably cold.
She tiptoed out of the bathroom with her hands on her skirt, but was surprised to find that the man on the sofa was gone.
Gone?
She stared blankly for a moment before slowly exhaling. Then, she walked towards her bed in a rather relaxed manner.
The man who was leaning against the bed was looking at her calmly, as if he was waiting for her.
She was suddenly stunned.
"You haven't left yet?"
Ling Han looked at her from head to toe. His expression was calm, and there was a trace of contempt in the corner of his eyes.
"From the looks of it, you don't seem to care much about what happened just now."
Ye Huanyan's slightly red eyes showed a trace of panic, and her chest suddenly felt stuffy.
She was a person who could let go of many things after crying. No one's life was easy. It seemed that there were always people who wanted to make things difficult for you and trample on you. If you couldn't even live with yourself, then what was the meaning of life?
Her self-healing ability was strong, but it didn't mean that the pain in her heart disappeared just like that. The wound was always there. Even if the scar gradually disappeared, when she touched it again, there would still be a conditioned reflex of pain.
She stared at Ling Han, and her eyes dimmed bit by bit.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Ling Han frowned, and the expression on his face that was sizing her up restrained a little, but it was tinged with a faint anger.
"You forgot the agreement with me this morning so quickly?"
In the morning?
At the hotel front desk, the agreement about 9: 30 in the evening?
"This is my room."
Ye Huanyan's voice was a little muffled, and her fingers that were clenching her coat were slightly trembling.
That ridiculous agreement was just a threat that he made alone. What kind of agreement was it?
"Is that so?" Ling Han sat up from the bed, and his large hand covered the bedsheet beside him. He patted it gently. "Come here."
Ye Huanyan took a step back. "President Ling, it's getting late. You …"
"I asked you to come here."
Ling Han's tone was slightly heavy, and Ye Huanyan's whole body trembled.
It was obvious that she was afraid of him.
Her fingers clutched the corner of her skirt, and she pulled it down with all her might. She was very nervous, and her eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that she had just cried in the bathroom.
Ling Han's tone was a little more relaxed. "Rest first. There's still work tomorrow. I hope you can cheer up."
After saying this, he got up and walked towards the door.
"I've already negotiated with the client about the contract renewal. I'll leave tomorrow."
There was a hint of stubbornness in her voice behind him.
His hand that was holding the door handle paused slightly. He turned his head and stared at the figure coldly. "What did you say?"
"I plan to leave tomorrow. I won't be an eyesore here. I hope you have a good time with Miss Sheng."
Ling Han's face darkened. "Did I say you could leave?"
"President Ling, you probably drank too much tonight and forgot some things."
"For example?"
The footsteps behind her approached step by step.
Ye Huanyan gritted her teeth. "On the plane."
"I really forgot."
The sudden pressure on her shoulders made her whole body stiffen, and her whole body fell into a broad chest. She cried out in surprise.
"Why don't we relive it once? Maybe I'll remember what I said to you on the plane."
Her struggling hands were pinned behind her back, and she lost her balance and was violently pushed onto the bed. Her face smashed hard on the sheets, and as she twisted her waist and struggled, a gust of wind lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Her snow-white buttocks were raised high, and they were completely exposed in the air. They were trembling slightly, and they were like two fragrant and soft white steamed buns.
The swaying round shape in front of him made Ling Han's pupils contract abruptly, and a strange look appeared on his cold face.
Ye Huanyan realized something. Shame filled her whole body, and she even forgot to struggle.
"Ye Huanyan, you did this on purpose."
She provoked him to stay, made him see this scene, and made him lose control.
"Since that's the case, I'll satisfy you."
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